22 March 2010
My time in the red centre was drawing to a close, but I still had a jam-packed day ahead of me. There was only one trail that was left undone at Uluru/Kata Tjuta National Park: Warlpa Gorge at Kata Tjuta. I was secretly relieved that it was a short trail since my ankles, feet & toes had not yet fully recovered from the past two grueling days of hiking.
14 March 2010
Hiking The Valley Of The Winds backwards meant better views of the scenery and more uphill climbs. When I arrived at the foot of the circuit's climax -- a massive, rocky mound -- my back was drenched in sweat. I cannot recall a time I have ever been so wet with perspiration.
I noticed some gorgeous birds & beautiful plant life on the return walk to my vehicle. It turned out, even in the middle of the desert, life and color flourished -- although humans often were not able see it.
10 March 2010
When my alarm went off at 5:45am I peeled myself out of the toasty sleeping bag. My first night in Uluru I had to cover my face I was so cold. Why was I sweating? Still sheltered in the car's warmth I laced up my Columbias. I prepared myself for the pre-dawn chill as I opened the car door. Why was it humid outside? Again, it was the coldest month of winter. Why did it feel like an Ohio summer?